My Love is Wrong

That's my love

I'm grateful my wife is calmer now. My wife audah not angry anymore, already can joke. I'm so happy. I feel like my home is calmer now.

I'm getting more and more excited about working. I haven't called Ara in 3 days. I miss him. I want to tell Ara a lot. I'm sure Ara would be happy too.

At about 1pm, I decided to go to Rahma's grocery store. I finished my job and just went to the bird park.

Arriving at the bird park, I immediately called Ara and Ara immediately picked it up.

"Pa tidings Ara....You are healthy, right, baby...? I asked but Ara had not had time to answer, I immediately diverted to the video call.

Ara accepted it, I saw Ara sleeping in a room.

"Healthy Pram, I'm healthy. You're healthy too, right?" Ask Ara.

I nodded, I noticed Ara's face lying down. I wanted to hug her, there was a feeling of regret in my heart, "Why didn't I pick her up."

"Husssha... What's up, Pram? How is it like that anyway?" Said Ara.

I just looked at him..." I love you Ara....I love you very much..."

Ara smile. "Iyaa Pram... I love you..."

I kissed Ara's forehead from my phone.

Ara brought her face closer...Kissed lips...Ara looked at.

"Pram's... I love you..." Said Ara while closing her eyes.

I also kissed Ara's lips again while covering my eyes... "Hmmm.... I love you Ar..."

"Pram's... Keep your promise, please don't leave me...I love you very much." Ara looked at.

"I love you Ar...I'm not leaving you... I want to be always near you... Wait for me yaa...I'll definitely pick you up." I said spirit.

Ara looked at me and nodded. But I saw water dripping in Ara's eyes.

"Why baby? Hmmm I was wrong?" Hmmm..."

Ara shook her head and finally the tears fell.

"Why you, baby?? I hugged ya..." I said..

Ara nodded and I hugged her.

"Pram's... I don't know why I'm afraid of losing you. I don't want to split your ma Pram. Promise yes."

"Yeah baby.we have the same feeling. I'm not going anywhere, when the time comes I'll pick you up. That's my promise. I told you, that's my last goal after I've completed my obligations and responsibilities here in my family. We just pray, baby...I want to wipe my tears, but I can't." I said and looked down.

Ara wiped her tears. " I'm okay, so you don't have to be sad like that dong Pram. I want you to always be excited, I'm happy to see you laughing and happy. Hmmm...." Ara looked into my eyes.

I could feel how Ara loved me, when I felt helpless, Ara would wipe away her cries and immediately smile cheering me on.

"I love you Ara..." I said and mngcup his forehead through my phone.

That's our love. When one is sad, the other is comforting. When I felt like I was failing, Ara encouraged me. When Ara was sad, I comforted her. When I had a problem, Ara helped me find a way out...Even when Ara was sick, I could feel the pain she felt. That's our love.

My love is not wrong, we love each other because love is a gift of God that we ourselves do not know why there is love in our hearts. And we both keep our love holy.

..."The sickness of the lover is alienated from all other diseases: love is the astrolabe of the mysteries of God. Whether the love comes from the worldly or ukhrawi side, it will eventually lead us there.( Jalaluddin Rumi's)"...